Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1887-11-09


Do you understand"
'.Ah, so that you go with me-are
mine! the rest will follow, NeIlina. No
time must be lost. This very night, an
opera night, and therefore you have
naught to fear, we must fiyI Be ready
ut 9 O'Clock. Give some ball or recsp-
ton as an excuse to your maid, and
descend the steps, In the Carriage
will wait my darling, and in few short
weeks, Italy. ioy-rest for thee and
me, my sweet ~
1 listen to him as In dream. As in
dream / move about my rooms
mechanically all that day, touching IA
miliar tribes with trembling fingers.
They are all the things that speak to me
or the love my husband wooed me with.
And that husbandl Moody, absent
minded, silent. No more the Marion
Halpine whom married only six short
months ago than, well. than l am like
unto that Nellie Dampier who became
his wife.
He is home to dinner that evening,
but throws down his paper to go out
again very shortly after our silent meal
is concluded.
you are going to the opera?" ven
ture.
1t Is the very first tina that L have
ever asked my husband question as to
his goIngs or comings.
"The operap" he repeats after me,
llstlessly. mo; L seldom go now-a-
days."
II thought you liked Marca in Mig
non,' especiallyp"
''Marca Is not going to sing tonight
1 see by the papers that she is indis-
posed. Why did you ask mep" he says,
with something OF the old look in his
blue eyes.
81 don't knowl"
My fingers tremble as L raise my
glass to my lips
"You will he well entertained,
Doubtless, as usual by your friend Lam
zetti- BY the bye, Ellen, there is such
a thing as going too far"
''lndeedp'
There is just anger in my heart, but,
Heaven help mel love him and can
not stab him with a retort when l know
L shall never look upon his bonny face
again,
5000 EVENING"" he says, coolly, but
L cannot answer. / only bow my head
and the hot tears scald my eyes.
The soft tinkle of the clock on the
mantel arouses me, Nine o'clock Ian
zetI awaits mo without. Not stop
ping for last glance, not hesitating tC
think or reflect, or even to say "Fare.
welll' to my home, fling a heavy,
fur-linef cloak over my rich evening
dress and fly like guilty thing down
the broad corridor and the staircase.
L met quantities OF people whom ]
know.
The hall boy meets and gives me sew
eral letters. Three are for ME and one
IN Nathalie's handwriting for Mr. Hal
pine. SIS Mr., Halpine not in?' ]
ask
NO. ma'am; but as you will see him
at the ball.''
TO be sure,'' and I rush out into
the street. q carriage Is waiting and
Lanzetti is inside, He jumps out and
addresses the driver. ss'Driyer at once
TO the Northern Depot, 1 sliall''-
He falters, Marion Happiness hand IS
upon his shoulder.
My dear sirl Mrs. Halpine," turn.
ing to me, Twill you oblige me by
returning to the hoteI?''
But L do not move. / stand there
paralyzed, and see my husband give
the young Italian terrible shake and
then kick-and what more do I see?
This: the beautiful blond cUrIs of Ian
zettl fly off into the middle of the street.
and GaFk Itch braids fall about the re-
vealed face of Nathalie Marca
Great Heavenr" Marion Naggers
back in horror and alarm.
L know nothing any more 70: many
a long hour. When ] finally awaken
my husband Is bending over me, and
on his face is written the story of a
great and wondrous joyfulness.
''Nelly, oh, my darlingl"
He takes me in his arms and holds
me to lis heart.
Nv hat is it?" whisper. "Tell me;
1t soornS as though my brain were upset.
Marion, explain it all to me, dearp'
This, dear! This is the tale, 9
strange enough one, 1 am sure: For
two months ] have been the recipient
of rctos, letters from Nathalie, telling
me Of her love, as she had told me of 1t
in the old days. l took no notice what.
ever. seldom saw her--neVer except
when she came here, and then she con-
trived to have me always at her side.
as clever, determined woman can
do
Marion, your absence from homep''
Dear, l have been plunged almost
irreyocabiy in a vortex OF ruin. / staid
! at my Office late at night, trying to re-
gain what l had lost, to retrieve myself,
and kept silence lest my little girl
should worry too. Then LanzettI ap.
peared upon the scene, Nathalie's bill
let-doux grew more numerous, more
| pressing. They insinuated your faith
fulness. her immovable fidelity, Ian
zetti's fascinatlons, the on-dits of ten
thousand Mrs. Grundys.
last night was desperatel When
L came back Unexpectedly to the hotel
and beheld you standing on the pave
ment with that man-as 1 presumed
him to be-heard the directions which
he gave the driver, Nelly, did what l
did not dream / wac doing-I struck a
womanl Your lanZetti was none other
than Nathaliel Think of the woman's
DESPERATION Her art to originate and
carry out so stupendous plotl Seeing
that you were not interested in any
one, she disguised herself and set about
the task of reformation, thinking to
win me to her side when i discovered
your treaobery. She meant to leave you
to 60 on to New York by yourself, al
leglng some excuse, and then come here
to me!
1.-The note which was In your hand
last night informs me OF your flight,
and OF her undying love for-dear little
Nelll-your most unworty husband and
loverl Dear heart, will you forgive me
for my coldness, harshnessP"
"Forgive you?" L echo; "there is
nothing to forgive you, Marion; but To
think or the two months that were
stolen from US by Lanzetti?"
Think of the years to come with
which Lanzetti will have nothing what
ever to doI'
Drying Up the Zuyder Zee.